by Chris Winter | Jan 10, 2023 | Nearing Eighty, Poems
Nearing Eighty Nearing eighty, I shall discuss the worldwith a few friends. There is a meeting-placeI go to, set up for this very thing,and each time to be found again. To heartheir voices is the sweetest thing I know,my friends across the staging-posts of timeand...
by Chris Winter | Aug 30, 2022 | Singing in Mariupol, Poems
Singing in Mariupol a poem in five parts Dark Matter Yevgenia’s Diary Kobzar Taras Mariupol New Matter Dark Matter From the beginning of things there has been a dark force lurking the other side of time. A hinterland to the kingdom of things, a vast...
by Joe Winter | Mar 22, 2021 | Birth of Spring, Poems
a note to Hilary Tonight there are no flowers but a girl’s kindness.She brought them underhand: sometimes we kissed,sometimes we talked with worry and honesty,I who had been, she who would be a student. (We painted part of a dingy room together.)And now as pink clouds...
by Joe Winter | Mar 18, 2021 | At the Tate Modern, Poems
Sestina To look at the sea is to take part in an onwardnessfrom the year dot. To venture upon an original coming and going of ways, a multitudinousshift – is to witness a miracle at once from the outside and in. Alleluiasay the waves. It is to dive deep in a...
by Joe Winter | Mar 18, 2021 | At the Tate Modern, Poems
Birthday Text I wish you a very happy day. A careful birthday text reminds me ofthe value of friendship. Onto a current of beingmy body found its way. And scarcely adult(after a child-path like an obstacle-course)it took me to quick waters: and I met you.How far ago,...
by Joe Winter | Mar 18, 2021 | At the Tate Modern, Poems
Upping Sticks for Florence I’ll be away soon from my old knockabout palace, and a rich forest of leaves in the garden beyond.The rusty old key I shall turn, and lower the portcullis, and off to fresh pastures . . . and a new deepening bondwith the roof of day and...
